David Ellis Dickerson is one heck of a writer. Why? He managed to make a book about himself- an incredibly annoying, clueless, and self-centered guy (he does *mean* well, though. I think...)- incredibly engrossing and readable.
In the hands of a less capable author, Dickerson's experiences at Hallmark, and personal observations, would have been unreadable. But he makes them funny, interesting, and even a little shocking.
So despite my dislike of Dickerson as a person, I think he's a good writer. I just hope next time around he picks a less annoying subject.
I thought this might be an interesting book about what it is like to write greeting cards for a living. While there is a bit of that here (working for Hallmark in the mid-1990's was both more prosaic and more weird than you'd expect), mostly this is just about Dave. And Dave's problems. He's a relapsed evangelical Christian. He's been engaged to his girlfriend for six years, and they remain faithful even though for three of those years she's been away working on her PhD and … more
Picture yourself choosing a birthday card. Imagine that you're roaming the racks and picking up one card after another. You browse the humor section, the religious section; you see photos, cartoons, all sorts of cards. Some make noise or have moving parts, or are die-cut. But on this imagined shopping trip, what if they all had the same sentiment inside? Reading House of Cards: Love, Faith, and Other Social Expressions was a bit like that for me. Some parts made me reach out … more